Instinct nearly has her duck away. Nearly. But it's Tarantulas, and she trusts him. So when his spider leg arches over her head she suppresses the Viera trained response, which would be to grab and halt his movement, possibly cause harm in the process, duck away, stay on the offensive, do not trust.
It's that which she thinks of at first. How for once that instinct which got her into so much trouble in Eorzea would have actually helped. Would have kept him from doing this. She can hear the disappointed voices of her teachers. And then she hears the click, and she can't go back inside, can't go hide in her den, and she doesn't understand.
Ryja's frozen, stunned, staring out at the world with her ears pulled all the way back. If there was an active threat, she could fight. If it wasn't Tarantulas, maybe she'd turn around and start hammering on the door until it shattered. But she can't, because the first and loudest thought in her head is just the word *"Why?!" over and over again.
And when she does finally bring herself to move, it's to dart forward, blindly. Viera are not prey, not truly... And yet she feels like it, right now, pausing after a short burst of movement, eyes wide, looking back and forth.
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Instinct nearly has her duck away. Nearly. But it's Tarantulas, and she trusts him. So when his spider leg arches over her head she suppresses the Viera trained response, which would be to grab and halt his movement, possibly cause harm in the process, duck away, stay on the offensive, do not trust.
It's that which she thinks of at first. How for once that instinct which got her into so much trouble in Eorzea would have actually helped. Would have kept him from doing this. She can hear the disappointed voices of her teachers. And then she hears the click, and she can't go back inside, can't go hide in her den, and she doesn't understand.
Ryja's frozen, stunned, staring out at the world with her ears pulled all the way back. If there was an active threat, she could fight. If it wasn't Tarantulas, maybe she'd turn around and start hammering on the door until it shattered. But she can't, because the first and loudest thought in her head is just the word *"Why?!" over and over again.
And when she does finally bring herself to move, it's to dart forward, blindly. Viera are not prey, not truly... And yet she feels like it, right now, pausing after a short burst of movement, eyes wide, looking back and forth.